“Dammit! You can’t do that!” the Human in the gold uniform of Command shouted. “Uh… of course I can.” replied the young Efrosian male who was dressed . “No! You can’t take three attacks in a single turn! Your character-” and the Efrosian interrupted with “Has Dual-weapon weilding as a core skill for being a Gunfighter, plus the Showdown specialist subclass grants one extra attack on every other turn. You’re just mad because Im mopping the floor with your BBEG.” The Human glared and said “No. I’m mad because everything we play Outlaws and The Posse, you pokerface a character that isn’t supposed to exist in the game!”

Xam Ra’Ti, the Efrosian with the long white mustache, sat at the table with his feet up on it and grinned and said “If they aren’t supposed to exist, then why are there rules for them?” The Human said “You know what, Xam? Go fu-” and there was a ringing if the doorbell. “This isn’t over!” the Human said. They walked to the door and came to a quick attention. “Sir!” A figure stepped in wearing a gold 7niform and Commander rank insignia.

Xam stood up and the figure said “Lieutenant Ra’Ti? Orders.” and he handed him a set of orders. Xam reviewed it and said “Um, yes sir. Thank you. When do I leave, Commander?” The man smiled. “I’m here to watch you pack, Lieutenant.”

A week later, a shuttle touched down on the deck of the shuttle bay of the USS Sentinel. The hatch opened and Lieutenant Xam Ra’Ti, Tactical Officer, stepped out and smiled at his new home.

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